Sexual Therapy

A Delena smut story by Burntcinnamon

Summary:Elena is unhappily married to an older man named Mason. She was forced to marry him after he threatened her at gunpoint, and all off her family had to submit to the marriage or be killed. Elena begins to have horrible sleeping spells where terrible nightmares haunt her, so she goes to a massage therapist for some help. ALL HUMAN.

The affair that follows…

I can't stand this shit anymore, I thought as I sunk deeper into the hot bath. I rubbed some shampoo into my hair and leaned my head against the tiled wall and sighed in heavy despair. Soon, I could feel the tears leaking out from the corners of my eyes and I felt ashamed.

I prayed to god over and over again, just hoping he could do one little thing for me. I mumbled quietly, "Just kill me, that's all I want"

There was no point of living anymore…

Who am I? I am Elena Gilbert, I am only 17, and I am married to Mason Lockwood who is the biggest jerk in town.

Why am I subjected to this kind of torture every day? Its cause Mason decided that he had to have me; he pulled a gun out and threatened me and my family. I can't even repeat what happened that day to me, there is more than just Mason threatening me. There's more, and it seems to be locked in some icy chamber of my heart which I can never unlock. I never was overly flashy, I wasn't known for anything special, and plenty of girls had my chocolate hair, olive skin, and dark eyes. There was nothing special about me.

I had rules; I wasn't allowed to visit my family. They could only come over once or twice, whenever Mason got sick of me and disappeared out of town for several hours.

I tried to escape once, it was the first year I had been married to him. Mason was in the shower and I was sitting downstairs staring at the padlocked front door.

I felt overwhelming feelings of nervousness run through my system when I cautiously approached the several locks and pulled the bobby pin from my hair and stuck it carefully in the hole.

I wiggled it several times and twisted it until I heard a faint click, I went down, unlocking the several other padlocks that kept the door shut and kept me locked in this house until I finally pulled across the chained bolt and opened the door.

I began to run, not even knowing what the point was, knowing there was nowhere to escape to and nobody to go to.

I soon tripped over a tree root and scraped my knee but kept running as fast as I could. I looked back and realised I could still see the house behind me through the bushes and trees; I also faintly heard Mason's roar of anger and the shattering of glass.

Tears leaked out of my eyes in sheer terror and I ran behind a cluster of wilting flowers and hid inside a burrowed out hold that some powerful animal had left in a huge tree.

I tried to slow my breathing and stop the tears, knowing that Mason would catch up quickly as he was very fit.

I heard the crunch of somebody's feet on leaves and I heard Mason's taunting voice ring out threateningly

"Elena, if you come out now, I will try not to hurt you…. Too much"

My breath hitched and now I was sure that Mason knew where I was, I heard him shuffle around and move away. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding and cautiously reached an unsteady hand out to feel where the opening was.

Then as quick as a lightning bolt, two grotesquely muscular arms grabbed me and I screamed in terror and felt like my arms were going to come out of their sockets.

I looked up fearfully to see Mason's sea green eyes staring back at me with a dangerous fire lurking in them. He angrily whispered in my ear, "Listen bitch, do you really think it was a good idea to escape?"

I whimpered and turned my head away from him, I felt his hand hit my cheek hard enough that I was sure there was a handprint there, "ANWSER ME" he yelled loudly

I nodded yes and whimpered quietly when I felt Mason's sweaty, rough, hands scrabbling at my clothes. I knew it would only be worse if I screamed so I remained quiet and trembled when I felt Mason's dick entering me.

It hurt so much, I wasn't a virgin, but Mason hadn't even made sure I was wet enough to " welcome" him in yet. Not that I could ever get aroused looking at him though, he was a cold blooded bitchface murderer.

_ END FLASHBACK NOW_

I shook myself out of the horrible flashback and picked up the cheap disposable razor that Mason had gotten me at the local dollar discount place. My shampoo and soap bar was from there too.

He hadn't gotten me any shaving cream so I knew for sure that I would nick myself somewhere.

I picked up the razor and aimed it roughly at my wrists, I slashed it across and it cut into my skin easily.

I must have hit a vein I though, the crimson blood, my life essence was pouring out of my wrist at a fast rate. The water turned a pinkish colour and I began to feel hazy, the last image I saw before I blacked out was the water in the tub- crimson red.

Okay, its short I know. But please review